Letra de Mob Tied - Finesse2Tymes

(DMac got me too bangin')

Keep all that shit, cuh

I was cut a little different, my own fabric

Had to cut off my folk, got my own family

I don't owe you nothing, go get it, nigga

Where were you? I was stuck penitentiary, nigga

Stab me in the jail, you tripping, nigga

I'm the one who would go do the stickin', nigga

Do that shit by myself 'fore I send a nigga

I'ma run out of breath tryna finish this

Money don't mean shit, boy, you been a bitch

If you hang with a rat, nigga, you a snitch

We don't do no mistakes, we don't shoot and miss

I ain't rockin' with none of that goofy shit

Found out she an opp, put that bitch on block, but she play with me, I'ma do the bitch

Get you hit in your city, we mob tied

Bitches DM me sendin' me heart eyes

Play that shit how it go, hit that bitch on the low, I ain't cuffin' no ho, bitch, you gotta stay

I don't fuck with these niggas, I'm different from rappers, so when we link up, I feel out of place

Say you want you some 'za, you ain't gotta wait

I got it right here in the booth with me

Asking too many questions, you too friendly

Breast implants on the chopper like new titties

I got niggas got life, they depending on me

The gang ready to shoot for me, any moment

Colored diamonds on me match the Fendi on me

I ain't beefin' with homie, he been jabroni (Yeah)

I was solid way back in the gap

And I came home, put the east on the map

And the Draco still ride under me

Got them players in the back and in front of me

Yeah, I'm ready, I know they gon' come for me

Better be comin' correct, nigga

Hope you plannin' on sending your best nigga

MAC-11 I tote got tourettes, nigga

Get up on me in person, quit asking 'bout me

Don't like cameras, I might have to smack somebody

Why you postin' subliminals? Ask somebody

We don't talk about bodies, don't ask about 'em (Don't do that)

Nigga hide behind money, I peeped him

FNG, I'ma quarterback sneak 'em

He think he out of reach, I reached him

Heard they laced that boy up, they creased him

Whole mill' made off of a feature

50K sit on top of my sneakers

Got your ho hot and ready, Little Ceasars

I just hit your BM like I need her

I was cut a little different, my own fabric

Had to cut off my folk, got my own family

I don't owe you nothing, go get it, nigga

Where were you? I was stuck penitentiary, nigga

Stab me in the jail, you tripping, nigga

I'm the one who would go do the stickin', nigga

Do that shit by myself 'fore I send a nigga

I'ma run out of breath tryna finish this

Money don't mean shit, boy, you been a bitch

If you hang with a rat, nigga, you a snitch

We don't do no mistakes, we don't shoot and miss

I ain't rockin' with none of that goofy shit

Found out she an opp, put that bitch on block, but she play with me, I'ma do the bitch

Get you hit in your city, we mob tied

Bitches DM me sendin' me heart eyes

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